The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mortar is red, the color of arterial spray, and it slips through your fingers like wet sand. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your hands are raw, the skin split from the constant abrasion of the Pale Bridge’s stones. You stand on the central span, the wind howling through the arches, carrying the scent of rot and old iron. Your father lies on the far bank, his breath a rattle in the cold air,...

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